Mother monologue (Act 7) — Christmas Candles: Plays for Boys and Girls

[_musingly_] I told little Prudence she was too young to understand, yet with my years, am I quite sure that I understand it myself? No, the good Fathers can never crush and kill the loving Christmas spirit. [_Enter boys, quietly arranging mat, on which_ INDIAN _stretches himself._ ROGER _goes to fasten door._] Why should little children _not_ be joyous and glad on the holy day? Why should not I _help_ them to celebrate it? [_Hesitates, then firmly and decidedly._] I believe--I _will_ do it! Boys, come here. [_Boys come to her side._ REUBEN TURNER _and_ GERSHOM PORTER _pass window, glance in curiously, then bend close, listening to all that is said._] Roger, what would thee and Myles say to a Christmas bough of our very own?